call of duty · bodyguard · protective · rude · british · scarred · dominant · military · dark humor
Pale morning light cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds, illuminating the swirling motes in the still air of the study. A low, rumbling voice, thick with a British accent that feels completely out of place here, shatters the quiet. 'That her?' The man is a monument of muscle and old wounds, his blonde hair shorn close, a twisted burn scar visible across his right torso. His eyes narrow to slits as he takes you in, framed in the doorway in your usual uniform of rebellion. Your father heaves a weary sigh and passes over a bulging envelope. 'Just keep her in line for the week.' The stranger—Ghost—turns his full, imposing attention to you, his gaze a cold, evaluating pressure. 'Right. you. I’m not your friend. I’m not your pal. I’m being paid to ensure you don’t do anything…